…I wasn't going to cry, because I would only do that if I missed something I lost…right?...
The night wore on, and by that I mean it dragged as slow as Mori's low voice. The guests parted, and we gave our goodbyes for the night, though secretly I could have cared less about them. I've often thought that my attitude towards our "princesses" and sponsors has always been inexcusably ungrateful, but it's considerably hard to care for people when all they fawn over you for is your body, and the way you flirtatiously talk to your own brother all the time. Honestly, Tamaki calls us the perverts, but I digress. Who could concentrate on any night with Hikaru in your field of vision the whole time?
"Hikaru…" I heard Haruhi's soft spoken monotone voice call Hikaru over to her. As much as she didn't deserve it, I really could have popped her in the jaw. I was still fuming over the fact that she had gotten to dance with Hikaru.
…I silently prayed then, to whatever God there was that would accept such a sinful act from me…
In a lot of ways, I am the more childish out of Hikaru and me. At least Hikaru has gotten to the stage of voicing his feelings. I don't speak of my opinions. I just don't.
"May I speak to you…in private?"
I nearly snapped the bitch's neck then and there.
"Why not." Hikaru shrugged in his leisurely manor.
They sauntered out of the dance room altogether, I gave myself the okay to follow Hikaru. Haruhi had asked him to speak with her alone, but she had the knowledge that I was always with Hikaru anyways, so she had to know I was there.
Unfortunately, my hearing was at a disadvantage by the distance in which I chose my hiding place. I could vaguely see Haruhi's lips moving and Hikaru's blank stare towards her. Then…it happened and she kissed him on the lips. I watched and bit my lip forcing myself to watch the scene in front of me as a reminder to myself, of the heartbreak I would experience if I even tried to be in Hikaru's league. Still, I felt hurt and angry, and the tears were already pooling down my cheeks, and the chocked sob that left my throat gave me away as Hikaru whirled around and saw me crouching in the corner.
…And then, silence. It was suffocating silence. When the doctor shuffled to the door, my heart was the only thing to remind me that I wasn't deaf…
"K-Kaoru?" He asked unsure of himself, and most likely the betrayal of his privacy that I had committed. Between us, it was new to me, because I never knew what privacy was.
Then I bolted. I don't think I've ever run so fast in my life. My mother always did say I had the ability to be the world's best track runner, though I never joined it, because it wasn't something that appealed to Hikaru, and therefore wasn't something I was interested in.
I couldn't tell if Hikaru was trying to keep up with me or not. I could hear his voice getting more and more detached as I ran, until it was gone. Then I figured, he gave up. He gave up, before I even had a chance.
…My whole being was quivering because the doctor was stalling…and I knew it wasn't good…
I walked across the street to a small café. It did have someone sitting up at the bar, but I figured as shady as the place looked, they probably had a lot of incidents that were much more bizarre and uncommon then the situation I was in.
It smelled like old burnt popcorn, and I could tell the room needed to be swept, something we had maids for. The atmosphere was also stuffy and irritating. Perfect.
"Can I get you anything sir?" The clerk asked maintaining his post at the cash register.
"Yeah, just make it something hot." I grumbled sitting up at the bar.
"Sure thing. Are you sure you're alright sir?"
I looked up from my current glare contest at the countertops, giving the man a look, I knew he would catch as one that meant I didn't want to be questioned at the moment.
He simply smiled brewing the coffee and sliding it across the counter to me. "It's on the house."
"…thanks" I mumbled sounding less grateful for his kindness then I was.
"You know if I were you, I would go back to her and talk about it."
I looked up amazed at how the man knew my exact situation…well, despite the gender factor. "H-how did you…"
"I've had that look myself many times…"
"Oh." I muttered downing my mug.
"…Whether, she likes you back or not, you should try to find her, because I'm guessing she at least still cares about you…and you're probably worrying her."
I smiled a bit and looked up at him thanking him for the coffee and making my way out the door. "Oh by the way…it's a boy."
The man chuckled and shook his head waving me goodbye. That's when I heard the screeching of tires and that horrible scream. Someone was in pain. I was yet to find out that someone would be my Hikaru, lying body-shattered underneath two cars.
…I fell to my knees. I fell hard, and cried just as badly, again, I didn't know why, because you were alright. Then I remembered why I was upset. It was my fault you were hurt in the first place...
